NOLA REYNOLDS

“All this time, those maidens you kidnapped, what did you do with them?” I asked, remembering the kind-faced old maiden I’d seen at the Lycan’s welcoming party. Esmeralda?

I made a mental note to speak with her next before I felt the man shift beside me, glancing at the window over my shoulder so that I turned to look.

Empty. Surely no one could see us from outside, could they? Not unless they had their faces pressed up against the glass.

“I never hurt anyone, Nola. Ever. I only used the cave to help them transition, get them jobs and houses for their new life in the mountain...